As I am typing this, I think I may have blogged about this before. Please accept my apologies for the redundancy. After writing over 270 blogs, it becomes a bit of a blur!
On the Sundays that we take the Grandkids to Sunday School and that My Beloved cruises the ice, on patrol, our time is limited between driving home from church, to getting Papa to work on time. While the Grandkids always enjoy coming over for lunch and play, before heading home, on a day like today, we do the next best thing. Brown bag it.
The tradition started 3 years ago, so if we say, "oh, next week, Papa is working so we can't bring you back to our house", someone will always pipe up, "it will be a Brown Bag Sunday". Well, today was such a day.
You have to remember things such as, one Grandson only likes Granny Smith Apples. One little dimpled pumpkin we found out just today, doesn't like mustard. Another little girl who used to adore cucumber, is totally off them now. Another does not like bananas in any shape or form. And yet another does not like tomato in her sandwich. Lots to keep track of! Wow.
I had forgotten "how much work" packing a lunch can be.
My hat is off to all of our children who have to do this 5 days a week!
A sandwich, a piece of fruit, a treat (Halloween Mini Cupcakes), some veggies to chomp on, (red peppers, cherry tomatoes, sugar snap peas, cucumber), a little parcel of peanuts, a cheese string, and another treat--a Trick or Treat Treat! All packed into brown bags, with a napkin at the ready, to serve as soon as we get in the van and buckled up ready to head it towards home.
All in all, a very good day. We got hugs, we got love, we got to hear stories, and we even got a little silence, while lunches were being devoured. A very good day indeed.
HAPPY SUNDAY!
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